38. Infinite et Grandeur Poetics. De Moi

Love is heavy, like led. It will beat me, mistreat me... until I have been read too many times over. Laying face first in my Mother Earth. Love... It has left me dead. My ears becoming muffled by mud, if I listen I can hear. Her stream trickling down... breathing a new life into me.… Continue reading 38. Infinite et Grandeur Poetics. De Moi